Short Troupes Poems

Where I’ll hermit next is truly decided by fate

		Life as a Mountain

		Ash

				Among troupes of sea
 				Gull callings to dinner
				For crab meat

					By the Sea What
					
					I have found

					In

	life as a Mountain

	Ash:

	contemplation
	
	Beauty,

	still....

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In the silent night
When the cold wind lends an ear
And the skies wait to hear
The call of the night crickets.

That time of the night 
When the stars gather in troupes
 to watch over the earth

I close my eyes
And imagine your voice
The geniality of your words
Summons my thought to a stand still.

Till my pastel eyes decline into drowsiness
My emotions hum your name.
Even in my sleep,
I am still a slave
For your name rules my dream
    
           ....STRANJA........

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